Silence – a poem

Sometimes words refuse to rise, rendering me mute, silent, as if I were invisible or non-existent. My silence is sometimes unconsciously created, other times consciously intentional, for whatever reason.


My silence is paralysis.

Strong emotions rise
like terrible monsters.

Anger is a big rat
gnawing at my heart,
rage is a large jaguar
stalking my soul.

is the mother of all,
a featureless face
full of danger.

My silence is sorrow.

Grief sunk down
to the marrow,
wrapped around me
like skin,

stuck to me like a shadow
to follow everywhere I go.

Silence is how I disappear.
A mystical mask concealing
my face, a portal to space,
sphere of nowhere, to null.

My silence is passive resistance,

when words are bait to hook
the huge shark lurking in the pool
of my bloody injuries.



About Poet Dressed In Black

Poet. Artist. Grammy of one, a granddaughter. Mom of three, son and two daughters, all grown. Individualist. Care-taker of Isabel, an agoraphobic, fear-aggressive, very nervous, delicate flower, Chihuahua mix.
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